Shit Words

there is no ‘i’ in team even though it takes the many various types of ‘me’ that need this to be at the right time at the right place to make all of these random things occur appearing as if to happen together while eyes are trained on our diligence to meet their goals while in Here where direction never ends as much as there might be those claims otherwise, the residue of the residents resplendent in their misery and woes pause briefly to cling to the items and ideas held so dear as though trying to grasp desperately onto a life preserver after the ship has long wrecked in the vast empty see as separate thoughts resonate and travel within the cosmic byways in some attempt to reach land dammit, but to rely upon merely the waves to pull you with the current of watery gravity easily to shore is laughable to say the least as those tides come and go passing along all the flotsam and debris left churning wandering for some diversion to come with the hapless strewn overwrought and weeping like some nervous chum whose thrashing is used in luring the larger fish to appeal to the surface… talking as though i know what the shit is to which i refer toward, but this is a shear folly slicing through the wisest of humanity struck dumb by the loss of sense caused by a fecal fascination obligating all these silly gremlins to get shitty and belligerent around the locals for a few hours we’ll never get back… the bullshit is utterly too deep to do any other action except for filling in the gaps those chitchat times we are left in the lurch forward awaiting a tainted idea of the unknown to lock inside the cranium for a life’s worth only a trivial handful of change for giving the hopeless what they need, using cheap thrills to pass along the buck to anyone who gives a fuck about changing the insipid ills swallowed by craving intoxication lodged under the tongue as a means to an end regrettable suck of violent fights pushing aggressive strains getting through to you, and the bomb-dropping of names and status labels of shame and luckless trudging to realize the driving manifestation to move mountains by manipulative mention in the merely fabled and fantastic fiction where we all strive to reach the happy ending alive…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on March 15th, 2014 in blogging, dark thoughts, my art & dreams, rants & raves, s for Semon..., w for Wasm.... You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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